BSY G7 - WYD (feat. Riccy Runtz) Lyrics

(Mark it true, and I can stop for you)
(Just take the higher road, know that there's more in store)
(More you have to explore)
What's up, Framix
(So keep on, yeah)

You doin' way too much
I'm tired of playin' games
If it ain't bout no money, get the f*ck up out my face

I can't nowhere without my gang
Tell that boy stay in his lane 'fore he lose his f*ckin' brain
I'm gon' let it (Bang)

What you on shorty?
I need you all on my dick
I be puttin' on for the 6, I got my city lit
I count all this money, this shit get ridiculous
Here I come with that blick
Riccy Runtz, he on that silly shit

(I'm off a jiggaboo, right now)
(I'm off a jiggaboo, right now)

It's a problem, we could solve it, now
It ain't money, what we talkin' about?
I'm technical with it, I got a foul
I caught that boy outta bounds

We the ones up so we look down on 'em, down, down, down

Yeah
I see she f*ckin' with me, now
Yeah
I ain't f*ckin' with you, now

Mmn
You wanna do some, we can do it
She want me to f*ck ha' to my music

Me and 7, we be boolin'
Run away with my heart, what you doin'?
Why the f*ck you tryna play me stupid?

You must not know what you doin'
You must not know what you doin'
You must not know what you doin'

My bro Toolie got a lil tooly
She know she really a nuisance
We got them straps, like Call of Duty

F*ck talkin', come show me boobies
About that hoe, yeah her, I'm stupid

I can't leave her ass alone
I'm not leavin' you alone
I can't leave her ass alone
I'm not leavin' you alone, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I can't give 'em my drugs, nigga, they help with my health
Uh, whatever in this clip, bitch, it's gon' eat up ya' flesh
You ain't gotta sneeze, bitch, I'ma bless ya'
I got problems, I think I'm special

I got, uh - I got problems, I'm tryna go kill 'em, right now, nigga
Uh, uh, I got problems, I'm tryna go get in the car, right now

You better duck
You better have some luck
Nigga, we comin' to get you
I see you, bitch, you f*cked

(Uh)
(Show me everytime)
(Show me everytime I need ha' love)
(F*ck that hoe)
(All I need is my brother, my momma and my family)
(My money)

18 year old pill popper, I guess you could call me a sinner
Big brother, he stay in the paint, he blockin' shit, I guess you could call 'em a center
Lil Juice and Tooda, them my niggas, if you play games, I come get ya'
Lil brother, he seen 'em, he tryna go split 'em, he tryna hit 'em in his liver

Yeah, I'm sippin' on Wok and it f*ck with my kidneys
He a lil boy, I hit 'em with a switch
It's me and Lil Rik, we got 4 sticks
We - (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

I think I'm trippin'
I think I'm geekin', bitch
I think I'm rollin'
Bitch, I'm loaded